I’ve heard it said, that telling the truth will set you free,
But when I’ve taken this plan of action before,
It didn’t rest that comfortably, on me.
It had stung the person spoken to,
And the wrath of such was then hard for me to bear,
I guess I should have weighed my words out better,
But I didn’t think, that they would really care.
“Open mouth, inser foot, ”
Is, I guess what I had done,
Now I must pay my now misfortunes price,
In this web of painful wording I had flung.
For if the truth be now spoken,
I don’t think I would ever take back one word,
For it was only in the way received that was wrong,
Of the words spoken they felt they’d heard.
To stand and defend my rights of freedom,
Seems senseless to me at best,
It was just something that I felt needed saying,
Something I just had to get off of my chest.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem